J. Tillman - Our Beloved Tyrant lyrics

Tell me, tell me you don't mean to say That you intend to steer this vessel Out beyond the breaking waves - You don't expect you'll spare the lives Of those who brought you all this way? Your ambling, rambling letters no longer surprise I was a fool to think Joanna could escape your roving eye And it's true, you strike me as less godlike With no son to crucify We'll be north of no direction By the time we find the war By the time we find the war Your descent into madness was all of you we had; It took a barrel and three dancers to coerce you back to bed, When you'd come bursting from your quarters With the dagger Daddy held Our beloved tyrant - no mother and no end, To those of us warned to prevent your doubtful tales of origin From falling in among his story and sit, love, to do you in We'll be north of no direction By the time we find the war By the time we find the war What you need is a private army; what you need is an hourly girl Tell me, tell me, tell me - where's the family priest? He watched us march the old man's stern to bow before the mutiny Should we divvy up his body now, or save him for the feast?